Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
The Doors,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.